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In the woods and by the stream there held this evening talk It was there that sat a bear, ****** hare and hawk Who is it then, asked the ****** that’s against this stream’s retention? What is the charge against this friend that is so fair to mention? If it were I, spoke the bear, I’d let the stream flow free A beaver’s dam, it stops the flow of fish for cubs and me It was then the hare chimed in to plead against this case A dam is fine, it isn’t wrong to stop the water in its place A beaver’s home requires that the stream is steadied so To set a rule against their home is too hefty of a blow This is true, said the ****** and I hope you all agree I cannot choose another place to live amongst the trees A beaver’s life depends on water, branches, fish, and streams A ban against this way of life is a prohibition too extreme I fly high, squawked the hawk, and so have a better view When a stream is blocked, the water stops, but this is nothing new Who is it then that builds a home from which others do not need? Is it you, the hare, that builds a home from others’ weeds? It’s you, the bear, who digs a den from dirt where others live? All of us make use of goods that another surely gives A compromise is what's required for all our homes to stand Without the give and take of nature it's all who will be ******
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
The Stream
In the woods and by the stream there held this evening talk It was there that sat a bear, ****** hare and hawk Who is it then, asked the ****** that’s against this stream’s retention? What is the charge against this friend that is so fair to mention? If it were I, spoke the bear, I’d let the stream flow free A beaver’s dam, it stops the flow of fish for cubs and me It was then the hare chimed in to plead against this case A dam is fine, it isn’t wrong to stop the water in its place A beaver’s home requires that the stream is steadied so To set a rule against their home is too hefty of a blow This is true, said the ****** and I hope you all agree I cannot choose another place to live amongst the trees A beaver’s life depends on water, branches, fish, and streams A ban against this way of life is a prohibition too extreme I fly high, squawked the hawk, and so have a better view When a stream is blocked, the water stops, but this is nothing new Who is it then that builds a home from which others do not need? Is it you, the hare, that builds a home from others’ weeds? It’s you, the bear, who digs a den from dirt where others live? All of us make use of goods that another surely gives A compromise is what's required for all our homes to stand Without the give and take of nature it's all who will be ******
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
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